yeah i apologize for this

anonymous asked:

No shhhh it was lovely. Maybe I can also have a “We can’t” Jeremwood, please and thank you? -Same Anon P.S. I just discovered your blog today and I love your writing (if you couldn’t tell) ahhhhh

(ok i wasn’t going to do more but i did nothing all day and u sent this yesterday so i figured i might as well. glad u enjoy my writing! sorry this is so short)

“We can’t,” Jeremy gasps, but the grin on his face showed just how much he really, really wanted to.

Ryan just smirks, shaking the keys in his hand. “What Geoff doesn’t know won’t kill him. And its not like he’s using that yacht right now.”

“He’ll kill us if he found out,” Jeremy points out, but looked no less excited.

“Good thing he won’t find out,” Ryan hums, pocketing the keys and patting the seat behind him on the motorcycle. “I’ve already packed our swimsuits. I think we’ve earned a small vacation.”

“A vacation on his own property without him knowing,” Jeremy points.

Ryan just laughs, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Exactly. Now are you in or out, dear?”

“Of fucking course I’m in,” Jeremy grins. “Yacht’s fancy as shit.”

“Then get on,” Ryan says, handing him the second helmet.

Jeremy shakes his head, but takes the helmet and puts it on. “But if Geoff asks, I’m telling him it was your idea.”

“And I’ll just tell him it was Gavin’s,” he chuckles. “Considering he helped me get the keys. Or Jack’s since she’s parking the chopper on it.”

“Is everyone going besides Geoff?” Jeremy laughs, wrapping his arms around his chest as he settles onto the bike.

Ryan shrugs. “What Geoff won’t know won’t kill him,” he simply repeats as he revs the engine and drives off.


I HAVEN’T BEEN ON TUMBLR IN FOREVER SO TAKE THIS AS MY APOLOGY- So yeah i made a ton of klangst :’) So here’s the gist: Keith’s fear is to be rejected by someone he truly loves (cough Lance cough). And so he had a nightmare where Lance had gotten a concussion and suffered from amnesia, which is what I’m calling this little thing lol (DISCLAIMER: I hand’t realized until after I had already sketched that the end dialogue is kinda from Dirty Laundry, and I’d like to note that that’s not what happened, I had just thought ‘oh hey this is really angsty I’ll put that in there until i realized ‘oh shit that already exists’ so yeah, sorry about that ;v; DO NOT STEAL/COPY/TRACE ANYOF MY ART: PLEASE GIVE CREDIT IF REPOSTED

Me, going into the SU tag: Wonder what’s going on this time?

SU discourse: Rebecca Sugar is racist! Everyone is racist! Shut down the show! Cancel it because of this one drawing that they literally apologized for but that we totally disregarded! Point fingers at them for their mistakes!

Me, already exhausted: Wow. Of course. Why am I not surprised?

  • Zen, climbing inside 707's car: So guys, how did you get into that car accident?
  • Yoosung, glaring at Seven: Luciel, should you tell him or should I do it?
  • Seven: *blushes and puts his face in his hands*
  • Yoosung: *sighs* So we were driving one night and there was a deer in the road that Seven didn't notice. So I said 'Seven, deer!'
  • Seven: ...
  • Yoosung: *raised his eyebrow* And would you want to tell him your response?
  • Seven: *looking up from his hands* Yes, honey?
Voltron based off my biology class
  • Lance: *sneezes*
  • Keith: bless you
  • Lance: you're welcome
  • --
  • Shiro: *explaining formula* you have a 6, a 6, and a 6-
  • Pidge and Keith: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *slams hand on desk* SH I T
  • Shiro: wait no-
  • --
  • Hunk: why are we learning about plants I'm not a plant
  • --
  • Shiro: what the fuck are you doing on your phone
  • Keith: what the fuck are you doing with that haircut
  • Shiro:
  • Shiro: okay *walks away*
  • --
  • Keith: you ever just think everything is boring but then you realize that everything is made of cells
  • Lance: yeah, you call that 'woke'
  • --
  • Hunk: i feel obligated to apologize to every leaf i step on because they're made of cells and cells are alive
  • Pidge: bro, the leaf is dead, it's okay
  • Hunk: bUT WHAT IF ITS N O T
  • --
  • Allura: *nonstop giggling*
  • Keith: are you high
  • Allura: probabl y
  • Keith:
  • Keith: *looks into camera like he's on the office*
  • --
  • Keith: *gets test with only one day to study*
  • Keith: *hasn't studied*
  • Keith: this is homophobia
  • --
  • Pidge: go shove a centriole up your ass
  • Keith: bitch that's like one singular organelle- my ass already has organelles, you're basically telling me to shove a leaf up my ass for the additional organelles
  • Pidge: this started as a normal insult and now it's this
  • Lance: what part of that insult was normal??????
  • --
  • Lance: whomst’d’ve’ly’yaint’nt’ed’ies’s’y’es'nya'll'n't
  • Keith: N O FUCK YOU
  • --
  • Shiro: can i quit my job

More Women than Warriors by @steklir  (moodboard)

“The first time Clarke sees the Head Girl she’s sitting on a throne, presiding over her dominion with a piercing stare and a crown of braids in her hair. Her warriors are spread at her feet, a multitude of them, all long-haired and wild and clad in identical brown regalia. There’s something of the sacred about her, like the crimson cloak draped across her shoulders and her divinity are one and the same.

Or at least it feels that way”

British girls’ boarding school AU. Obviously.


An alternate reality in which Jane Shepard comes from a parallel universe because of a random wormhole.

Work Harder #7 ~Langst

Trigger warnings:

Implied/referenced self harm (Impulse Control Disorder)

Self depreciating thoughts


“Start training level 47.”

It had been three months since the Keith Accident.

It had been two months from the Pidge Accident.

It had been one month and thirty days since he skipped a solo lesson.

It was starting to become noticeable in his physical appearance. While Lance’s muscled were further defined, his lack of appetite kept him small and slender. Dark bags that were far worse than any Pidge had ever gotten hung from his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept, at least enough to have a nightmare. Normally he passes out for 20-40 minutes.

It was worse mentally.

His lack of sleep caused his thinking to slow, causing him to be unable to form complete sentences. However, the lack caused his reflexes to sharpen but his body was too exhausted to actually move in time with them.

His arms and legs constantly burned but not from the training bot ( that too but this was different.)

His thoughts were occupied by self deprecating ideas. They told him that he was nothing and that he was inadequate compared to the rest of the residents in the Castle of Lions.

Lance tore the gladiators apart. It took 20 seconds to take out all three of them. A screen popped up, telling him where he aimed and what injuries would have occurred had the gladiator actually been a living being.

“A little to the left,” he mumbled to himself, trying to keep himself upright. His knees gave out beneath him, “just one more-“


Said boy jumped, his knees leaving the ground for just a second. He placed his hands on the ground lifting himself and scrambling to get up, “Sir.” He still refused to look at the other.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

Lance kept his gaze to the floor, “I’m sorry.”

Shiro cocked his head to the side, “why? Lance, you don’t have to apologize for every little thing you do.”

“Sorry,” The Cuban could help but say. He wrapped his arms around him, not knowing where exactly to place the long limbs. He could feel the slight itch he felt constantly grow larger as Shiro neared him. He gripped his hands around his forearm and dug into the black suit under it.

Shiro shook his head, “Lance… you need to wear your armor when you train. What if something hits you and you get seriously injured and no one’s nearby to help you?” Concerned dripped steadily in his tone. He walked toward the younger and placed a hand on his shoulder. If he felt the slight flinch Lance gave then he ignored it.

Lance almost laughed at the idea of someone coming in and finding him bleeding on the floor and actually caring. Maybe Hunk would be a little sad but only for a day or two. “It weighs me down.”

Shiro moved again and placed his hands around the younger’s head. He lifted Lance’s head so that the Cuban could look him in the eye, “What’s wrong.” He didn’t ask. He demanded.

Lance took in the sight of the Black Paladin. His hair was growing in a bit and his eye lashes were as thick as ever, “Nothing, Si-“ he cut himself off before he could use the title he grew accustomed to, “Shiro.”

“Lance,” he warned, his tone deep.

Lance wrapped his hands around Shiro’s wrist before gently pulling them away from the smooth skin. He kept his hand on Shiro’s, watching as he slowly dragged them down between them. Shiro’s robotic jjarm felt cool against his warm one while his human hand was the opposite. He stayed in silence trying to collect his thoughts, “It’s best if I leave the team.”

He felt Shiro’s grasp weaken before they grabbed tightly onto his own, “What?” Shiro’s heart pained at the declaration, “Lance no-“

“I keep everyone from improving, Shiro,” Lance cut off the older. He no longer held onto Shiro’s hand but Shiro kept him in his clutch.

Shiro searched desperately for any sign of joking. It completely hit him when he could find it.

“Who’s going to pilot the Blue Lion if you leave, Lance? Who!” Shiro was panicking. He would lose another team.

“I’m just a place holder, Shiro. Blue’d waiting for her real paladin and she can’t do that if I’m in the way,” Lance argued back. He ripped his hands away from Shiro’s and stepped back.

“Please, Lance, we need you!” Shiro yelled desperately. His panic causing him to lose all self-control. He marveled at Lance’s calmness. Never once raising his voice or stepping out of line.

He gave a smile, a gesture so small yet so significant to the older. Shiro’s blood ran cold at the next words uttered from Lance’s mouth.

“You haven’t needed me in a long time.”

“Lance…” Shiro trailed off, his mind unable to comprehend anything that was happening. “The universe needs you.”

Lance’s smile dropped, leaving the expressionless face that unnerved not only Shiro but all of the paladins and Altean’s. “The universe needs voltron, Shiro. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

“But-“ Shiro called out desperately, a final attempt at getting Lance to look up.

“Goodnight, Sir. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

The door closed behind the Cuban, leaving the other to stand in a shocked silence.